It is more pitiable once to have been rich than not to be rich now.

In all that surrounds him the egotist sees only the frame of his own portrait.

Our virtues live upon our incomes; our vices consume our capital.

We forget the origin of a parvenu if he remembers it; we remember it if he forgets it.

The hatred we bear our enemies injures their happiness less than our own.

How many wells of science there are in whose depths there is nothing but clear water!

The wonderful fortune of some writers deludes and leads to misery a great number of young people.